"We could ask you the same thing."
That was the best answer I could come up with, I couldn't tell her that we was searching for her so that I could finally have my revenge.
"And why is Fred with you?" I glared at the jock, "Were you too afraid to go alone?"
"I don't have to tell you anything. Why is the drug addict with you?" Daphne smirked, watching Shaggy's frown deepen.
"His name's Shaggy." I growl, "And Shaggy is here to help me to solve who this so called 'ghost' really is." I feel guts tighten, sick of Daphne making fun of Shaggy. Sick of this brat continuously insulting us, fire flaring in my stomach. "And he is not a druggy, you self centred bitch." that's it. I'm doomed, Daphne will have her revenge, she always does. Nobody who insult her gets away with it.
Daphne blinks, as if I just slapped her, then her stunned look turns amused, "Takes one to know one."
"Next you'll be calling yourselves mystery inc." Fred sneered, Daphne laughs at his lame joke.
"We've wasted enough time on these losers." Daphne sighs, turning to the direction where the minor appeared. Fred walked down the hallway first, showing Daphne that he isn't at all scared.
"You're going down there?" Shaggy blurted out, Daphne rolls her blue eyes.
"Duh! I need a picture, don't I?" referring to her mobile, she turned her heel and followed Fred into the darkness.
When their footsteps fade, Shaggy turns to me, "Like, thanks Velma. No one never stuck up for me before."
"It's no big deal." I mutter, now starting to feel my cheeks burn red, "Now come on, lets get out of here. Your Mum would be wondering where we are."